Tales of the Rope

Chapter 2: Fantasy 28 Continued

“Of the two positions you described in your letter, I liked the post better. It would make a girl a little more helpless than the ball tie. With the ball tie she might be able to roll around the floor - a little bit. But with the post...” She let her voice trail off provocatively.

Not really caring to do it, Gary untied her wrists and led her to one of the posts. Placing her back against the post, he crossed the wrists behind the wood and retied them. Then he selected a new length of rope to bind her elbows. They would, of course, not touch because of the thickness of the post, but he linked them solidly with the rope so that they were pulled very tightly towards each other. In fact, they almost touched and the cords cut into the flesh very nicely.

“Have you ever been tied up before?” he asked as he reached for a long piece of rope.

“No,” she replied. “But I’ve always dreamed of how wonderful it would be to be tied hand and foot and totally helpless.” He put a loop around her waist, the post, and her wrists, and then pulled it tight. More turns around the post and her wrists were locked against the wood with ropes cutting deeply into her stomach. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “You really can tie tightly.

“Well,” she went on, “I asked a couple of the men I dated if they would tie me, but half of them didn’t want to and the other half couldn’t do a good job. I mean, the ropes were loose and I could get out easily.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” He wasn’t really concentrating on her words but on that wonderful body. Another long length of clothesline was being wrapped around her chest, arms and the post. Most people would have thought the ropes were going on far too tight, but Monique seemed delighted rather than upset as strand after strand of clothesline was embedded into her lovely curves. Soon her body was welded to the wood with numerous very tight ropes above and below the breasts, and around her waist.

“I decided that I would have to find someone who really knew how to tie,” she continued. “Then I found those bondage magazines and was delighted. Here were girls really and truly tied. But all of them lacked that final touch, that extra tightness that would make them feel and be totally helpless.” She was definitely breathing harder now, despite the constriction of her waist. “And I read your letter. I knew that if this man had really tied girls as you said you did, this was the man I had to have tie me.”

Gary selected another coil and knelt to pick up one ankle and slip the shoe off. The loop went around that ankle and then up to the crossed wrists. With effort, he passed the rope between her forearms and the wood then back down to the other side. He pulled, and her snared ankle went up behind the post, up until the bottom of her foot was pointed towards the ceiling and her fingers were touching it. Then he brought the rope down and around the ankle again. Several times he repeated that until her left ankle was lashed tightly just below her wrists. Binding another rope around her right ankle, he passed that between the wood and her arms and began pulling her other leg up and behind.

But they had been tied so tightly that her body slid downward only a fraction

I knew you were the man I wanted to teach me.” Her breathing was much harder now, both from the constrictions about her chest and the excitement that was evident in her eyes. “I want to experience the tightest, strictest, most escape proof bondage possible. Ohhhhh. That’s nice!” she said as he jerked a rope

command and beginning to enjoy this. Her ankles were tied towards her wrists but she could wiggle her feet an inch back and forth. He then took more rope and wrapped loops of

tiny tremors dancing along her muscles as she hung against the wood, well off the floor. Studying his captive figure, Gary came to the conclusion that she could move her head and wiggle her fingers.

intense,” she panted. “So

not finished yet,” he repeated with delight in

This he used to tape her thumb

fingers,” she told him as if he

yet,” he informed her with positively fiendish

and inserted into her mouth. As the gag neared her face and realization of what was about to happen registered in her eyes, Monique sighed with pleasure and

were fixed on his and shivers were racing along her body. Her breathing was heavy and a flush was spreading over her face

head and the post at the level of her forehead. Then he added more wrappings of the tape until only her nose and a small slit for her eyes were the only parts of her head showing. And Monique’s head was

were completely bound with her weight providing the pressure that held most of the ropes tight. He watched the slight movement of her breasts as she breathed. They were beautiful and

the sexual excitement of